Welcome everyone to my new story! It's been mentioned a lot of times in my 'Two Worlds, One Family' (Ironhide/OC) story and I have decided to finally bring this to life! I've been plotting on it for a long time and it's going to take even longer to write it, but I don't mind! This story is going to be a very long one and is going to be a Sunstreaker/OC story. God knows how much I love that hot, snobbish mech.

You may not use this story, the plot, the ideas, anything from it unless I give you permission to do so. Names are all mine, you may not use a single name that you do not recognize. Those are my made up names and mine alone. I do not own Transformers, as if you all didn't know that by now.

So I only hope you will enjoy this story and stick with me until the very end! So without further ado, I present to you 'Golden Gods'!

Cybertronian time units to Earth time units:

Astrosecond/nano-klik = 1 second

Klik = 1 minute

Cycle = 1 hour

Quartex = 1 week (or a quarter of any time unit)

Stellar cycle = 1 year

Millenia - 1.000.000 years (or 1 year of Cybertronian age)

You don't have to know all these time units, I won't be using many of them.

Chapter 1: In The Beginning

"This is for disrespecting your father, you insolent brat!" I heard before I felt a strong pain in my back. I let out a scream of agony.

"Railgun, please, don't do this!" My mother screamed for him to stop.

"Stay out of this, Vectra! This is the last time they brought shame to our family and they will learn their lesson!" my father roared as another pang of pain landed right on the side of my abdominal area. I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn't listen.

"Those are your sparklings, Railgun!" she held my brother away from him. "I won't let you hurt them!"

"Give me that two-bit!" he roared as he shoved me to the ground and I felt the energon coming from my mouth. A punch was what caused my lower lip plate to rupture and bleed. I felt my whole body shake with fear.

"Get away from him, you've lost your mind!" she screamed. I have to get to my carrier!

"I said, give him to me!" he slapped her across the cheek as she fell to the ground. He snatched my brother from her arms, pushing him down so he fell hard on the ground.

"Stay back, you freak!" My brother yelled at him, even though his optics were filled with fear.

"You dare call me a freak?!" Railgun's optics shone red, a drastic comparison to his normal dark blue eyes. "I am your father, you glitched idiot!" he lunged at him, but Silvershot got out of his way, standing up with trembling legs.

"Railgun, enough!" Vectra yelled at him, coming to my side to help me get up. He didn't hear her.

"Momma…" I looked up at her with tears streaming down my face. I hugged her tightly. "Make him stop, we didn't do anything…"

"It's okay, my little angel." She kissed the top of my head. "See that door?" she pointed to the main door of our house. She took a quick look back. Railgun was distracted. "Run."

"But Silvershot and you-"

"Run!" She yelled, pushing me up as I headed straight for the door. She stood up to my father. "Railgun, this is the last time I-!"

My father came out of nowhere, punching my mother hard across the face. "Momma!" I screamed with fear. She collapsed on the ground and didn't get up.

"Run Goldstreak!" Silvershot yelled at me, running my way. I was frozen. I couldn't believe my carriers were fighting and I couldn't believe my father had lost his mind! "Run!"

I couldn't move for the sake of me. Fear had overtaken my whole body, leaving me still in my place.

Silvershot swooped his arms under my knees and armpits, carrying me out of the house. I clung onto him as he ran through the various streets of our beloved Praxus. It was late in the evening and we shouldn't be outside this late.

He ran ifar away, into a dark alley, hiding us behind a dumpster. It was a poorly lit alley, with only one headlamp lighting the alleyway. It provided very little visibility.

Silvershot panted, putting me down to the ground. I immediately noticed the torn faceplates on his forehead. "Silvershot, you're bleeding." I said, moving my hands towards him to clean the wound as much as I could, as gently as possible. He moved my hand away from him by shoving it.

"When I tell you to run, you run!" he yelled at me.

"I was scared!"

"There's no room for fear when your life is in danger, Goldstreak!"

"Don't you yell at me!" I glared at him with determination. Nobody is ever going to yell at me again.

His optics brightened with anger and then he relaxed, his optics returning to their normal shine. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Shot." I sighed, bringing my knees to my chest. "It's Railgun. It's always been Railgun." I pressed my forehead against my knees. "What are we going to do? We have nowhere to go."

He nodded, sitting and lying on the wall next to me. We spent many minutes in silence, and I could hear him fiddling with the wound on his forehead, before he spoke up. "The boot camp."

"What?" I looked up at him. His optics were out of focus, staring at nothingness in front of him.

"The Autobot boot camp. We can go there. They'll accept us." His forearms rested on his knees, his left servo bloodied from touching his wound.

"They'll accept you, I'm underage." I said. "Besides, I'm not made for war. I'm a femme."

"You think anybody is going to care that you're a femme? The standard applies to everyone, underage and overage alike. Do you have any better idea?" he gave me a glare.

"We aren't even Autobots to begin with!" I retorted. "Railgun and Vectra never chose sides!"

"We can become Autobots by joining them."

"Just so we can save our afts? No, Silvershot. If we are going to choose a faction, we'll do it like we should. Not because we can't think of a better way to save ourselves." I shook my head, sighing and looking up. It was a starry night above us.

"And what do you expect, Goldstreak?" he looked towards me, seeing my optics turned to the skies. "A sign from Primus to tell you that you have to become an Autobot? That's not going to happen. And in case you haven't noticed, we don't have any energon and if we don't get to a safe place, the night guard is going to find us. Then all pit will break loose."

He was right, even for an 18 millenia old mech. I was two millenias younger than him, and still he behaved like he was much older.

I didn't say anything. We both knew he was right. "Now come on, we have to get to the boot camp. Transform."

I nodded, following suit. I transformed and followed him as we swerved through the dark streets of Praxus. Half a cycle had passed when we almost exited Praxus, but then he suddenly stopped. "There's someone here. Hide into that garage." He said as I followed him into an open garage. I didn't hear anything.

A couple of astroseconds passed and I heard some voices. "He only punched him twice in the stomach and already he was knocked out cold!" the voice laughed.

Another one emerged as well, as I could see two guards patrolling the area. "I know, right! And he calls himself a guard! Ha ha!" they laughed together as soon they passed the garage me and my brother were hiding in.

I slowly drove in reverse, not paying attention to my sensors, instead just trying to move away as further as possible and as deeper into the garage. I accidentally hit something, causing it to make a lot of noise by falling to the ground, and it didn't go unnoticed by the guards.

"You hear that?"

"Let's go check it out."

Their headlights turned on, as they walked towards the garage Silvershot and I were hiding in. Oh slag, I was so going to get it.

"Goldstreak, up." he said transforming, so I transformed as well. I looked up, only to find a hole in the ceiling. "I'll lift you, you pull me through, got it?"

I nodded as I put my foot onto his palms and he lifted me up. As I got to the second floor, I gave him my hand, trying to pull him up. He was too heavy for me. "I can't, Shot, I don't have the strength!" I whisper-yelled.

"You better find the strength or I'll find it for you!" he threatened.

I put my feet on the edges of the hole, pushing with my legs and pulling him with my arms. Somehow, I managed to get him up to his waist level and he climbed up from the on. "Good one." He said.

I only gave him a nod as this time, trying to even out my breathing as he held me close to him so that I wouldn't make another sound. "Not a sound." He whispered into my audios as he put his hand over my mouth.

"I swear to Primus it came from here." One of the guards said.

"Well there's nothing here. Probably just a robo-rat."

"I thought they were extinct from Praxus?"

"No, some are still here. Come on, let's get moving, we have more ground to cover." The other guard said, turning off their headlights as Silvershot and I watched them from the hole in the ceiling. We waited for two kliks to pass as he gently let me go.

"I'll go down first, then we continue." Silvershot ordered. "And be more careful. I can't turn around because of you all the time."

I rolled my optics. "Alright, fine, let's just go." I said as he carefully and as quietly as possible got down from the ceiling and raised his arms up for me to fall into them. We continued our search for the one and only boot camp in Praxus on foot. "Do you know how far we need to walk to get there?" I asked him.

"Not far. We covered most." He shortly said. "See that building?" he pointed to a three story building with a huge field surrounding it. "That's the boot camp."

"I never imagined it to be this large." I muttered as we closed in on the entrance, walking straight into the field.

It was more than obvious that we shouldn't have come at this hour, but we had no other choice. We needed shelter. And it was about time we chose a faction anyway.

A gray guard greeted us. "The boot camp is inoperative at this moment. Please return tomorrow at 6 cycles tomorrow."

"We want to enroll ourselves." Silvershot straightened himself up.

"The boot camp is inoperative at this moment." The guard dully replied.

"We need to get in there." I said.

"What part of 'we're closed' do you not understand?" the guard replied angrily.

"You cannot deny us access to the facility! It's open to any and all Transformers at all times!" Silvershot yelled. A light suddenly turned on inside the building.

The guard turned around, noticing his shadow on the ground. "Now you've waken up the camp's commander. He won't be pleased." He slyly said.

"He?" I said as I looked at Silvershot who held a straight face. The door of the facility opened, revealing a black and white mech. He walked up to us with an air of authority around him, back straight as door wings stood straight from his back. He looked very serious.

"What is the problem?" he asked the guard, looking at him with his blue eyes.

"These visitors refuse to leave." He said, glancing at us.

"Are they Neutrals?" he asked him. The guard shrugged. "Are you Neutrals?" he asked us.

"Yes." Silvershot said as I only nodded. He was certainly taller than me.

"You are welcome to enter." The mech said. "I am Prowl, the camp's commander and Autobots' military strategist."

"I am Silvershot." My brother introduced himself, bowing slightly. "This is my younger sister, Goldstreak."

I bowed as well, my manners kicking in. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

His face was void of any emotion, which was a little odd. "I see you are well disciplined. Come inside, we need to fill out certain forms for your trainings." He said as he turned on his heel, taking a step towards the entrance. Silvershot and I walked right behind him, but then he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His head turned slightly to the right, enough for all of us to see the profile of his face. "Guard, if I ever see you repelling Neutrals from entering this facility, it will be you who will lose your right from entering. Do you comprehend?"

"Yes, sir." He immediately said, performing a military salute and standing up straight.

Prowl continued to walk forwards as we entered the facility. Its walls were colored dark grey and didn't have any paintings on them. They were bare.

He walked behind a counter, reaching for two data pads. He gave them to us. "You will fill these forms now." he said as we turned the pads on and started to type information about us into the empty brackets.

A couple of minutes passed as Silvershot and I finished filling them, handing them over to Prowl.

He looked at them, assessing them quite quickly. "You seem like good candidates for training. I see you have already attended some self-defense trainings." He glanced at my brother. "Your quarters are located on the second floor, quarters 2B. Let me show you all that you must know." He coherently said, walking through a hallway. "This is where your other members will be." He pointed towards the rooms. We quickly saw our room's number and memorized it.

We walked until the end of the corner and turned right. "This is the refueling area. On the other side of this hallway, you will find the cleaning area. I will send you all the information you need tomorrow morning." He said as we walked back to our room. "This is your key." He handed us a light blue, card shaped key that was a little transparent. "There will be certain rules in this boot camp. I will repeat, tomorrow will be the first day of your training. It would be wise to get up at 5 cycles tomorrow, so you will have time to adjust yourselves."

"We are sorry to bother you at this hour, Prowl." I said. It was 3 cycles in the morning and it was only getting later.

"It's sir." He sternly said.

"Sorry." I said as Silverbolt nudged me. I immediately caught on. "Sir."

He gave us one last look before going out of the hallway, turning and disappearing upstairs.

I put the key into the slot as it clicked open. I pushed door, revealing a dark room. "Lights at 20%." I said as they automatically turned on, but were dim as I ordered them to be. We were greeted by two midsize recharge berths, a display which would present all the information we needed and a separate room as the disposal area.

"So this is what it's like to be in here." Silvershot muttered. "Berths aren't anything special." He said as he walked towards one.

"Anything's better than being stuck with Railgun." I said, but then I saddened. I walked to my berth and laid on my stomach. "What do you think will happen to Vectra?" I turned my head towards him as he laid on his back on the berth.

"She'll be alright." He assured me. "She can take care of herself."

"I know, but… I don't want Railgun to lay another finger on her."

"And he won't, not unless we train. Train hard and don't stop." He determinedly said. "Go to recharge, Goldstreak. We had enough trouble for today."

"Right." I said, closing my optics. "Lights at 2%." I said as I yawned.

"Don't forget to set your alarm, Gold." He reminded me. I set my internal alarm to wake me up at exactly 5 cycles in the morning.

"Will do." I sleepily said as I let my body relax, my mind entering recharge mode.

Tomorrow was going to be pit. I could just feel it.

There you have it folks, the first official chapter of 'Golden Gods'! I hope you liked this. If there is some or any confusion at all, leave it in a review. I will try to explain all that I can:

The Autobot boot camp is like a training facility. It's like the very beginning of training lessons, as you will read in the second chapter. Railgun and Vectra are Silvershot's and Goldstreak's parents. If there is further confusion, anything, just let me know. Also, 18 millenia years old means 18 years old. So these two are quite young. There are just factions to be chosen, but no war is at hand. Yet.

So I hope I covered all that might have been confusing to you. Review, fave, follow, because I know you will like this story. Perhaps even love it.

Written:

19.04.2014.